All Chapters of Marriage Contract: the Billionaire and I: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It’s been a month since I became Mrs. Rodriguez. Going back to work is a blessing because I spend a lot of time away from Nathan. We became masters at the art of avoiding one another. I am not sure if this is the right thing to do or not, but at least when we avoid each other, no screaming takes place. It's been one hell of an exhausting day that I can barely see two meters in front of me. I don’t even know how I managed to drive myself here. By the way it seems, Nathan isn’t in the garage. Nobody is home. Carole seems to have left a while ago, but there's food waiting for me on the kitchen island covered with polyethylene transparent stretch. I remove the stretch and place the plate inside the microwave. Once It is hot enough, I go to the living room. I don't even have the energy to go to my bedroom. I put on some random tv show as I enjoy the meal before me. Carole is an amazing cook. Had it not been for her, I would have probably starved to death or lived on noodl

“Len, please wake up,” I hear somebody's desperate voice as a constant shake disturbs my sleep. What time is it? I tiredly open my eyes and turn around. It take me a second to make out who has just woken me. Nathan is standing in front of me, clutching his laptop in his arms like his whole life depends on it. Not once in my life have I seen Nathan with this expression. Anxiety is written all over his face.   “What happened?” I worriedly ask as I sit up. I look at the digital clock beside me and rub my eyes. One in the morning. There must be a good reason for Nathan to wake me up at this unforgiving hour. He came back from Canada about a week ago and ever since his return, he has been super busy. I barely see him. “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night, but I need your help. My laptop won't turn on and it has the layouts of a very important project and I stupidly didn't make a backup. I know I know I should've been more careful. Who doesn't b

Getting drunk on Tuesday night was not a good decision. Here I am paying the price on Wednesday morning. It feels like somebody is firmly gripping my hair and banging my head against the wall. I’m not going to work today. How the hell am I supposed to go when I’m in this state? With the little power I have in my body, I push myself up and luckily, I find Advil and water on my nightstand. Who put them there? Did Linnea do that? Shit… Linnea. I messed up yesterday and I don’t know how to apologise. No way in hell I am going to tell her why I acted the way I did. I won’t give myself out like that. But no matter what I say, nothing may seem logical to her. She was super nice, asking me about the deal and waiting for me so we can have dinner together and I ended up yelling at her. I hope I didn’t say anything about our marriage. Did I mention the reason she doesn't know? I don’t know how I'm going to fix this if she finds out. I can't let something like th

Nathan’s birthday is in five days, and I want to celebrate this occasion with him; however, neither do I know if he likes big or small gatherings, nor do I know what to get him. During the past few weeks, Nathan and I have grown closer and I’m enjoying this new friendship with him. However, we don't get close enough to know anything special about him. I do know he loves horror movies, navy is his favourite shade of blue, he loves his job so much and he's a huge fan of Imagine Dragon, yet all of this isn't enough to know what to give him.I never thought I would be able to get along with Nathan, but apparently we have a lot of things in common. I too like Imagine Dragons. We both like Italian food and horror movies. Also the two of us would rather eat caramelised popcorn than the salty one. Oh, neither of us enjoy soda drinks!I want to get him something special, but he has everything. A watch would be pointless. He has thousands of them. He probably doesn’t need cologne or perfumes. I’

“Promise me you’re not going to chicken out?” Nathan says, holding his pinky fingers towards me. “I promise,” I link my pinky with his. Nathan and I start to get prepared for the dive. My heart refuses to calm down, but I promised Nathan and I’m not the one to break promises. I value them. Nathan hollers as he makes the first jump and my face breaks into a wide beam. I made Nathan check one of the items on his bucket list. “Are you ready?” the trainer asks me, and I nod, adjusting the GoPro I’m wearing. Nathan and I decided to wear them to document the experience and we can also film one another. “We’ll jump on three,” the trainer announces, and I gulp, looking down outside the plane door. I can see nothing but clouds from up here. “One, two.” He doesn’t wait until three and makes the jump and I scream at the top of my lungs. It feels like I’m falling to my death. After a matter of seconds, my screams die and I take a deep breath. The air keep